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kirishimas-manly-eyeliner · 4 years

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➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 2)

pairings: mirio togata, tenya iida, katsuki bakugo, aizawa shota, tomura shigaraki, dabi, hawks, mashirao ojiro, tamaki amajiki

warnings: hinting anxiety/anxiety attacks, reverse comfort, also tamaki’s made me cry so have fun lmao

part one with mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou here!

WHEN YOU COMFORT THEM THE MOMENT THEY BREAK DOWN: MIRIO TOGATA, TENYA IIDA, KATSUKI BAKUGO

MIRIO TOGATA

there was no way that mirio was completely fine after everything that had happened to him

he had lost his quirk, experienced a battle that could result in permanent trauma, and he lost nighteye-- the leader and hero that he had looked up to for so long

but when you told him that it was okay to be strong all the time, mirio had broken

he broke for the first time in what felt like years

“don’t worry a-ahbout me!”

the saddest part about it?

he was smiling through his tears not even a few moments after his grin broke

his lips were trembling, his eyes were red and his entire body was shaking with suppressed sobs, but he had an unwavering smile.

and that... that was heartwrenching to look at.

his smile fell, his body trembled and he let out a strangled sobbut for some reason, this-- none of it had shown a single trace of weakness. it was a way of him to express very human emotions and reactions as everyone else could.

he wasn’t disappointing nighteye in anyway-- more of showing respect by letting it all out to be able to show genuine smiles in public

how come such human emotions were labeled as good or bad?

“i let him down,” mirio gasped, “i let him down, i hurt him, i could have saved him, and-”

“hey, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay. it’s just me baby, it’s just me,” you cooed as you wrapped your arms around him. “shhh, it’s just me. you’re okay.”

mirio’s hands trembled as he gripped tight onto you

his chest was getting tighter as he burst into struggled breaths. he was just so... tired.

a million thoughts zipped through his head at once, but he just had to calm the storm for a while in your arms

TENYA IIDA

it was right after the accident in hosu city, and everything, everything had gone wrong

even though he didn’t show it at first, he felt used as an advertisement for hatsume, and then losing in a battle with todoroki and felt like he was thriving on dumb luck

he just wanted to make his brother proud, that was-

-if he could, anymore.

he felt so weak for letting himself feel this way, his head racing and chest heaving as he struggled to breathe

letting your guard down will just make things worse. tensei wouldn’t want this.

tenya’s body visibly trembled as he let out a shaky breath in his dorm room, thinking everything over in the darkness

“iida?” you asked, knocking on the door.

immediately, his demeanor changed as he shifted over to a braver face.

“hello, y/n!”

just breathe. they’ll be gone sooner or later. breathe.

“why are you up this late at night?” he asked.

“i was just checking in on you, but i should be asking you the same question, sonic boy,” you grinned, until you noticed his hands trembling.

and for some reason, that hurt you. his face was.. so put together with a brave smile, confident eyes, and his head held up high and posture straight and firm

but when you saw his hands trembling and an odd shifting in his chest, you knew something was up

“are you okay?” you tested the words.

tenya tried. he tried so, so hard to smile and affirm with a confident, “yes!”

but he couldn’t.

“i-i’m not- i’m not sure-,” his voice broke into a whisper.

“i don’t know.”

you melted into a hug next to him as you took a seat. “hey, you can tell me anything, okay? it’s okay not to have your guard up all the time, it’s not weak to show emotion. just- if you want, can you tell me what’s been going on?”

tenya took a shaky breath and pushed up his glasses. “of course, thank you for asking, i will.”

KATSUKI BAKUGO

after his fight with deku, all of the willpower left in him to hold himself together disappeared

katsuki had been exhausted after a long day of fighting, not just physically, but emotionally

he had tried to keep his head high for as long as he could, but the moment he went to his dorm room, he just... broke.

angry tears released and he choked out heavy, strangled sobs as he pounded his fist to the ground in frustration

katsuki cursed towards whoever was there, until he found you standing behind him

he was too tired to argue.

“the fuck are you doing here,” he grumbled.

“is something wrong, 'suki?” you whispered. “i was just coming by to drop off your water bottle, you left it during hero training,” you examined his face. “are you- are you okay?”

he loved you, he really did-- but today just wasn’t a good day. “mn-no,” he managed to say.

his chest was heaving and his eyes seemed to be searching the room, as if looking for an exit.

you noticed the dark circles around his eyes and the way his lips trembled. had he been crying?

you slowly cupped his face in your hands, noses touching as you two shared breaths, inhaling and exhaling together

katsuki was too tired to pull away.

he felt so weak.

you could hear katsuki’s breath shaking but slowly dying in volume as he held him tighter

“hey,” you said softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “you’re gonna be okay ‘suki. you’re gonna be okay.”

they’re pitying me.

“this?” you said, holding his bruised hand up and motioning towards his trembling figure. “this isn’t weak.” you said, as if reading his mind. “this is strong. this is brave. being emotionally vulnerable is one of the most courageous things anyone can ever do, and you are so much more than that, m’kay?”

he nodded in response. even though he didn’t express it that well, he thought of it

WHEN YOU PROMISE TO STAY: TOMURA SHIGARAKI, HAWKS, DABI

DABI

everyone shut up i love him

all that he’s ever wanted and asked for in life was for someone to notice him for who he genuinely was, to be free to do whatever he pleased

it was late at night and you two were outside, the moon illuminating in the darkness as you slid against the wall of the city in the back of the building

“anything interesting happen?” you asked, staring up into the moon

the night was young and it had been a rough, terrible day at work for both of you, even though you had separate jobs and shfits-- the only thing that pushed you forward everyday was being able to meet with dabi right after, at exatly 11pm.

sure, you did it every day, and it shouldn’t have been that impactful-- but for some reason, somehow, everything about talking to him was so... exhilerating.

he didn’t reply.

“uhhm,” you shuffled nervously toward him. “dabi, you good?”

he let out a shaky exhale, which was odd.

hold the phone.

no, really, someone hold the phone because it was ringing

“oh, sorry, one sec,” you rushed, hurrying to answer. it was one of your co-workers. “hello!”

“uhuh. yeah. oh, cool... got it, mhm, be right ther-”

you noticed how dabi’s body language immediately changed as he turned around and crossed his arms gently over his chest and stared into the sky.

this really, really wasn’t like him.

something had to be wrong.

“uhm, on second thought,” you said. “does tomorrow at... noon work for you? i have plans. yeah. mhm, sorry not tonight. yep, bye!”

dabi’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t look at you. “who was that?”

“one of my coworker buddies or whatever. they wanted to have a drink with me, but i said no.”

“why’d you say no?” he deadpanned.

“uhhhm, well, you certainly don’t seem very... how should i say this, at your fullest?”

“but why?” dabi said. “you meet with me every day, and going with your friends is probably a lot easier than this. what’s so different about it..?”

you thought carefully as you shrugged casually, gently leaning your head against his shoulder. “if one of my closest pals were down, i couldn’t just... leave them like that. and even though i know you won’t tell me what’s wrong, i just.. i just don’t want you to feel alone, you know? like everyone in your life has left? and i- i don’t want to do that to you.”

even though dabi stayed relatively quiet for the rest of the night,

just know that was the day he fell in love with you.

SHIGARAKI

nightmares were the worst.

for the record, he didn’t get them often, but when he did, and actually reacted to it... they ended up terrible

he gasped, grasping at the air for his mother’s embrace only to be met with nothingness

he clawed at his skin as his breath hitched, trying to control himself

“tomura?” you asked. “...are- are you okay?”

“get away from me,” he trembled. “i’m a... i’m a monster.”

you furrowed your eyebrows in concern. “hey, hey, c’mon. what’s going on-”

“leave me alone.”

his sudden change in tone made you jump as you stepped back and you watched his figure tremble.

“shigaraki.”

“if something’s wrong, don’t sugarcoat it. if something’s wrong, please, for the love of the world, tell me, okay? i just- i just want to see you... maybe..”

“what?” shigaraki deadpanned. “happy? satisfied? content? joyful? you people all want the same thing.”

“hopeful.”

shigaraki looked up.

“i want to see you hopeful, m’kay? so just... please. you don’t need to tell me word-for-word, but-- if you need something, i’m here.”

he was not going to cry. nuhuh. no way. no way was he going to start crying.

you wrapped your arms around him before he cautiously hugged back, letting himself slowly melt into your embrace, his satin gloves against your clothes

“hey. i promise you, i’m never going to be leaving. no matter how much you mess up, no matter how terrible you may feel-- you mean the world to me. please hold on just a little longer.”

HAWKS

it wasn’t supposed to happen until later, when he was actually able to get home and prepare himself for anxious feeling in his stomach to finally settle

but noooo, his mental state really just said yolo

so here he was, reliving his entire childhood with memories that he’d pushed down for so long, about to snap in a matter of seconds

“keigo~!”

your familiar voice rang through his head.

he just wanted to be held by you.

the most beautiful part about being with hawks his that he genuinely didn’t care about his pride around you. he wasn’t insecure of what you thought of him. he didn’t freak out or try to act like he was fine when you were with him, because... why would he need to?

so instead of putting on a brave face and getting scared of your voice as if being anxious was a crime, he melted into it.

“hey angel, i got you some food at the-”

“y/...y/n,” his breath hitched. your voice, that you often said you were insecure about-- was his safe haven. he felt safe when he heard your voice and let himself crumple. he didn’t have to worry about putting his walls up, because it was just you.

beautiful, loving, kind you.

his love was something special that he gave to no one else.

“k-keigo!”

even though you were far from him, your bags in hand and everything, you immediately dropped them and ran to your boyfriend

“hey, hey, baby, what’s going on?”

he stood directly in front of you, his head down and not saying a word.

you let your breathing sync with his as you reached out to hold his hand, when he threw his arms around you before his trembling body was held in your embrace

“-hey,” you said, shocked by the sudden embrace, before you hugged back, slowly, rocking him back and forth. “you’re going to be okay.”

“you don’t have to tell me anything, just-- focus on me,”

“i’m never leaving you, okay? no matter what you do, you’re still going to be my hero.”

and hawks decided on that day that out of anything else in the world, you meant the most to him.

WHEN YOU TELL THEM THAT THEY MATTER: TAMAKI AMAJIKI, MASHIRAO OJIRO, SHOTA AIZAWA

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

useless. useless. useless.

why wouldn’t his stupid quirk activate before? why couldn’t he be more optimistic? why was he always thinking about something else? why couldn’t he ever stay positive and cheery like everyone else?

how was everyone else so strong?

but laying in a hospital bed, in complete silence and vulnerability...

that scared him.

tamaki blinked back the sudden tears that prickled against his eyes-- nuhuh, no way was he about to cry when so many other people had it worse, no way he was going to break down when nighteye was dead, he was not about to cry if mirio could be strong and so many other people had it worse, and-

“tamaki, snap out if it!”

your cold hands cupped his face, as you stared him directly in the eyes. “what are you doing?”

tamaki jumped back at your sudden question. but for some reason, the way you said it wasn’t angrily, more like... a statement? a question? as if you were asking are you okay?

tamaki shook his head. “i don’t... i don’t kn-know..”

get away, get away, get away.

your hands brushed back a hair from his face as you crouched down in front of him, your hands still helping him cool down. they rested gently on his scalp and along his face as you felt his breathing grow uneasy.

“listen,” you began slowly. “i’m not saying you need to tell me what’s going on, but... i just- i have a feeling that you’re not doing okay. and i know that because no one was ever really there for me back then, so if you want to say anything--”

“--i’m here for you.”

tamaki crumpled then as he let the tears fall.

his entire mask shattered as his breath hitched, trying to hold back the sobs but only came out as strangled breaths.

“hey, hey, hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.”

you held up his chin and rocked him back and forth, slowly. “just because other people seem to be going through bigger things doesn’t mean that you should invalidate your problems. if something’s hurting you, that’s enough of a problem to take care of it.”

tamaki began to shake as he suddenly clutched onto you, his body trembling as he nodded.

what would mirio, nejire, nighteye, fatgum-- what would they think of him now?

“whatever is going around in your head right now will all quiet soon, i promise you, ‘mkay?”

“it’s okay. it’s okay. you’re okay.”

AIZAWA SHOTA

“you didn’t eat,” you said, staring at the takeout that was left in its packaging.

you heard shota mumble under his sleeping bag. “i’ll eat after.”

“after what?” you said back from the kitchen.

you weren’t exactly mad at him, you could say-- it was more of disappointment, maybe? concern? he had always been so concerned about his students that he forgot to take care of himself-- no wonder why he was so angry lately.

(and no, it wasn’t his resting face, he was genuinely burnt-out the last couple of days and it wasn’t getting better.)

“shota, come on,” you said softly. “or else i’m taking your sleeping bag away from you.”

aizawa’s head emerged from the bag, the light from the laptop giving a lovely display of his eyebags. “oh?”

he smirked, even though he seemed so drained.

“yes,” you said, pointing your nose up in the air and crossing your arms. “and you better go eat before i take it away.”

aizawa raised an eyebrow, but obliged.

you watched him eat, but he kept his laptop on the table the whole time.

he was looking through the profiles of all his students, and that was-- insane

despite how much had happened to him, he always thought of someone else first, putting everyone else above him.

“you’re going to overwork yourself,” you finally said.

“amazing,” aizawa sighed back. “had no clue.”

“oh, c’mon,” you egged. “you matter too, ya know.”

you noticed how tense his shoulders were, how his gaze was fixated to the screen and the way his veins were protruding from lack of sleep, and how red his eyes were.

sure, most of the time, this was normal-- but you just had this gut feeling that something was wrong.

“i suppose you’re not wrong,” aizawa ventured. “but sometimes, you realize that students make up most of the world. i want them to grow..”

his gaze on the screen broke.

“and for them to know a world of love and kindess, not-- whatever this is.”

you looked at him before wrapping your arms around him and kissing his forehead. “but they have a teacher who works so hard already, and you-- you deserve a break. you’re always working so hard, and you have to remember that you matter, too, okay?”

you smiled sadly. “i need to go to work, but please finish the takeout for me, hmm?”

he never told you this, of course-- but yeah, he thought of your voice every time he wanted to take a break. he never forgot the words you said.

MASHIRAO OJIRO

being forgotten was something that came way too easily for him.

everyone in class 1a was so good at everything-- they all either had good looks, a nice voice, talents, a cool quirk, technique, charisma, and he?

ojiro felt like he didn’t have anything.

but what did it matter, right? being the forgotten one was fine to him, at least. he was able to take time for himself.

...kind of.

he was heading back from ua into the dorms, walking alone when he realized it started to rain.

picking up his bags, he ran, putting them under his shoulders so that they didn’t get wet-- it wasn’t a long walk, but it was a lot to have to run back and make sure everything stayed dry

“wait!”

ojiro turned around to find you, carrying your backpack in the air and waving your arms. “slow-” you panted, “down! god, where’d all the rain come from??”

he chuckled slightly, until he noticed your bag getting soaked, and before he knew it, ojiro called you over and said he could carry your bag

“are you sure?” you asked, in-between breaths. “i doubt you can carry both-”

ojiro laughed and waved his tail like a hand. “i can carry it.”

your face lit up. “thanks! okay, now let’s run back, c’mon.”

you two ran as fast as you could, trying not to slip as the rain began to pour even harder against your backs.

but when you opened the doors to the dorms and your bag was completely dry, ojiro smiled.

(also y’all he’s an underrated king DO Y’ALL KNOW HOW PRECIOUS HIS SMILE IS?? PLS-)

“thanks,” you grinned. “your quirk is actually really cool. not just for keeping stuff dry, but uh, thanks. i appreciate it.”

something inside of him made his heart swell.

“really?” ojiro asked. “do you really- is that true?”

he didn’t want to get his hopes up too quickly, but the way you nodded proudly and affirmed it was something he could never forget.

“yeah!” you said. “just because you’re not flashy as other people doesn’t mean that you’re a plain, boring person, you know that? you’re actually really cool!”

“huh. thanks,” he noted-- and don’t worry, he walked back into his dorm room with a grin on his face the whole time.

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hey bbys! reminder to go take a break and drink some water if you’re reading this! y’all are so amazing and beautiful, and please remember that you’re valid as well. what you did today was more than enough, please remember that!! i’m very proud of you for getting through today. ily <3

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miioouu · 4 years

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Oh my god imagine Hawks finding out you sleep nude 👅👅👅

Ok so i mixed these too because ummm yh they fit! Also it's kinda very diff from what you asked me but idk first thing that came to my mind! Thank you for thirsting with me!! ❤️💜❤️

Warning: smut...

Moving apartments was never easy. New strangers to call neighbors, new streets to get used to, new routine you had to adapt to. And is it normal to always feel seen, observed? Maybe you're just being paranoid, there's no way it's true. There's no way the hot gut living across of you is watching you, it's just your fantasies. And yet, if he is watching you, you hope he's enjoying the show you're putting on every night.

He knew he shouldn't look, he's invading your privacy. But the way your eyes seem to bore into his very soul, even though there's no way you can see him behind the curtains. The smirk that paints your face as you take off your clothes, piece by piece leaving you naked. And if he's lucky enough, he's able to barely make out the shiny string that connect your sopping wet pussy to your panties. And walking to your bed, swaying your hips as you go, you lay under the covers letting him wish he could be with you.

While he was known to always stay cool and think before he act, for the first time in a while, Keigo let himself go. Opening the curtains and watching you shamlessly. It's your first time catching him in the act, the way his eyes seem to follow your every movement, tracing your body as your hands slid down, giving him a little show of gliding your fingers down your panties before removing them. And once you were able to make out the hunger in his eyes, even from the distance, you decide3to take control. Luckily for you, Hawks is very friendly, he was one of the first people gere to welcome you, give you his number in case you needed anything, and well, how faith works sometimes, you do need something, you do need him. Calling him, eyes never leaving him as you saw him pick up the phone, grin never fading away. "Are you enjoying the show neighbor? Yeah? If so why don't you show me? Take off these jeans for me would you? Show me how excited you are for me." He couldn't stop the whimper leaving his lips, doing exatly what he was told, you watched him stepping out of his jeans, bulge apparent even from the distance. And to your surprise, he was being a good boy, pushing down his boxers and waiting for your next command. "What a good boy you are for me Keigo. Now watch me ok? And don't you dare, don't you even dare to touch yourself, just watch." Pulling your undies down your legs and turning. Giving him a perfect view of your ass, glistening and shining from the dim lights of you room. And if that wasn't enough to tease him, you bent over. Parting your legs slightly so you're sure he had the perfect view. The perfect view of your fingers delving in and out of your pussy, your legs shaking beneath you and with his phone pressed tight to his ear, he could hear every breath you took, every moan, every groan that has his head spinning, ready to disobey you. But as soon as you saw his hand traveling south, almost wrapping around his length, you stood up "What did I say huh? Do you want me to pull these curtains close? No? Yeah that's what I thought. So just observe baby." This time sitting on the edge if the bef, your body facing the window as you felt Hawks eyes soaking your body in, watching your digits, once again, bury themselves in your heat, pulling in and out of you. And from the phone he could hear the lewd sound emitting from your wet cunt and he couldn't take it anymore. Finally his hand found its way around his shaft, jerking himself off to the rythm of your fingers. Wishing it was your mouth, fingers, walls squeezing him instead. You knew exactly what he was doing, but the sound of his whimpers and groan too good to interrupt, so good it's all it took for you to let out a high pitched scream of his name, even without the electronic device, you're sure he could've heard it. And it wasn't long before he too found release, warm cum running down his abs, shining under the moonlight "Bad bad Keigo. I think you won't learn your lesson from distance. I think a more....direct approach would work better. So why don't you come over, let me punish you properly yeah?"

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mrs-mikko-rantanen · 4 years

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"Hey everyone and welcome to this week's episode, blah blah blah and all that jazz..." Carina swirled her tea in it's travle mug a little and sighed. "Look guys. This week's episode is a bit of a whirlwind, ok?"

Tyde sniggered a little. "That's an understatement."

"We've got it all. Ethan and River, a party with the whole crew, Ethan and River, Amy getting white girl wasted, Ethan and River...."

"Look, if you're new around here you should really just go back amd binge all of the episodes who's titles start with ER because otherwise you're gonna be really lost." Tyde admitted, "And for those of you who are too lazy for that, here's a speed run: Ethan is Carina's friend, River is mine. They are both head over heels in love with each other, but too emotionally constipated to say so."

"And they're roommates."

"Oh ma God, they were roommates!"

Carina laughed a little. "Ok, so who's going first?"

Tyde waved a hand for her to start. "I am not nearly caffeinated enough yet, and also i really need to hear Ethan's side here."

"Ok, great. Just so you guys know this is...super fresh for us. We're like breaking news reporters here. So. A few nights ago, Chris convinces us all to go out for a night on the town. It was just like the good ol' days ya know? We're all....more than a little intoxicated, I'm not too proud to admit that. I mean, even AMY, single mom without any kids AMY was gettin' lit. Poor Kaleb was the only one I think with any real semblance of sanity left by the end of this-"

"And that's because they were the designated driver." Tyde cut in.

"Exatly. So we're all in the car and Kaleb's dropping everyone off and we get to Ethan and River's place. River was a bit more functional than Etahn was-"

"A bit??? The man was using River as a crutch!!"

"-so we drive off after they make it safely to their building's door and like. Tyde and I sorta. Exchange this look and just start laughing. Fast forward a few hours, and I'm going through my normal Morning After routine when I get this text from Ethan. And -ya know, let me just read this to you real fast."

Tyde let out an excited clap as Carina dug her phone out and punches in the passcode.

Ethan: hey

Carina: hey there Mr. Johnny Cash, how's your head?

Ethan: can you come over? We need to talk.

Carina: bout what?

Ethan: I'll tell you when you get here.

"And that is when I knew something was up. This whole time he's...even just in texting he seems more withdrawn than he usually does. So I go over there and can I just say- it was about what you'd expect. Ethan's in a hoodie with the hood up, he looks exhausted and, River, in typical River fashion, had gone out for a run. So we sit down and my big boy here is only just not crying. So I ask what's up. And he's just got the worst puppy eyes ever."

"Carina, I did something. I did something really stupid."

"What's up? What's going on?"

"I kissed River."

"Hey! That's amazing! What was it like? Did ey kiss you back?"

"I--I was really drunk..."

"Ethan I know. I saw you sing Folsom Prison Blues while wearing Amy's flannel around your neck like a cape."

"We got home and- River was helping me get back to my room, and I think we-I must have tripped....but we ended up leaning on the wall and River was holding me up and just.... I don't even really know how....or what happened, just...the next thing I know, we're kissing... And when I got up this morning ey'd already left, left a note that said ey wanted to go to the gym before work....and now....I don't know what to do."

"Did ey push back? Did ey try to get away?"

"I don't remember. I-I was out of it. I was so out of it. All I remember is the kiss."

Carina raised an eyebrow to Tyde. "And then it was a lot of 'I don't even know if I really have feelings for em, maybe I was just drunk,' ya know. The usual excuses."

#carina insp #look!#an attempt at a podcast!!

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bekaroth-reads · 6 years

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Wesker x Reader

You rushed down the hall as quickly as you could without it turing into a full on sprint. It had been about a six months since you were "promoted" from your last job to this one. It wasn't even really clear what here was exatly; as everyone just called it the company. You were a secritary of sorts, running papers from area to area in the place, taking notes on things when nessisary, and generally whatever else your superiors told you to do. Sure, it would have been faster and a bit more conveient to just use computers like literally everywhere else did, but the man who started this company was very cautious, or paranoid rather, and didn't put anything on computers if they had any importance at all.

Back to why you were in a hurry. Your superiors were absoultly breathing down your neck lately because you supposedly weren't doing your job well enough. And, you knew that if you did poorly enough, then getting fired would be the least of your worries. People who were no longer with the company for whatever reason tended to disappear... right before new test subjects appeared in the labs. Not wanting to be on the business end of a needle anytime soon, you picked up the pace.

You had just turned a corner rather sharply, and in your hurry didn't see the person right in front of you and ran right into them. After stumbling a moment you regained your balance, thankful that you didn't drop any of the documents you were holding. The feeling of relief was soon gone when you saw who you ran into. He looked like he was in his mid to late thirties, maybe early forties at the most (the only thing that made you think so was the slight white streaks that could be seen in his blond hair if you looked closely), and based off of his outfit he was one of the higher rankning military personel; in other words not someone that you wanted to mess with.

"Excuse me, sir." you tried to quikly apologize and head on your way. You hadn't even gotten three steps away when you were stopped by a strong grip on your wrist. The man lifted your wrist and scanned the band on it with the tablet that he was holding. It beeped and your information popped up on the screen. Just as you thought you were going to get turned in for a fate worse then death, the man grinned and remarked to himself, "Just the person I was looking for." His accent was something that you had a difficult time pinning down; it didn't seem British, but maybe a bit more of a proper American then most had.

Before you could question what he was talking about he started back down the hall in the direction he had came from, and ordered you to go as well with a short, "Follow." You did as you were told, but did have to question him about the sudden change of events. "But, sir, my superiors will-" "I assure you I'm above all of them. You don't have to worry about it." He cut you off before you could finish your protest.

The two of you walked in silence for awhile before he started to speak once more. "According to your information, you seem to be one of the best employees in your feild." As much as you wanted to agree with everything he said so you didn't upset him, you also knew things would probably be worse if you tried to play along and didn't meet expectations. "Sir, I apologize, but you must have the wrong person. I've been told that my work has been unsatifactory lately." you tried to explain, but he just huffed back a chuckle. "Do you know why eveyone above you has been so critical of you lately?" You thought for moment. "No, sir." At this point the two of you had reached an elevator, and you both entered after he had pressed the button.

He continued his thought after he typed a code into the small keypad on the wall of the elevator. "The reason they have been going after you is simlpy becasue they themselves have been doing a horrible job. If they lose one more person then it will be their time to be replaced." This made a lot of sence to you, as eveyone knew what being replaced would really entail. "That's no matter for you to concern yourself with anymore, however." he started as the doors opened to an area that you knew that you have never been to before because the length of the elevator ride told you that it was somewhere only people with a lot of clearence could go to. "As of right now, you have a new job. All you have to do is exactly what I say, as soon as I say it, without telling another soul about it, company or not."

He lead you down a short hall into a large, simply furnished, yet still expensive looking office. "Do you have any questions?" he asked as he sat down in the chair behind the desk. "No, sir." you answer almost too quickly, causing him to smirk. By this point you had a good idea of who you were talking to; the head of the company. You didn't know what to look for when he first approached as no one really knew anything about the man other then the fact that he started this whole thing, and that he was appearntly one of the most dangerous people ever to live. He pulled you from your thoughts as he continued to talk. "I like a person that won't question things. Just be sure that you know what you were doing. The person before you did a... less then satisfactory job." He slightly turned his head to glace at the corner of the room, prompting you to look there as well. You didn't need to ask what the maroon stain on the carpet there was from. "I understand, Mr.-" "Wesker. But, but that's one of the many things that's between you and I. To everyone else I'm just the boss." he finished.

The first thing that he told you to do was take some documents to the squad leader in military section A. When you handed the folder to the person it was supposed to go to, he tossed it on the desk and told you to wait while he went to get something for the boss. You looked at the desk, and some of the contents of the folder spilled out from where it was haphazardly thrown down. You knew you shouldn't look, but the temptation was too much. The folder had the words, "STARS 1997," written on it. Spilled out of it was a few photos. You didn't recognize the other people, but one was definatly the boss. The photo had, "A. Wesker, 36." written on the blank space on the bottom. You didn't have time to look anymore as you heard footsteps appreaching, and you wouldn't be caught dead snooping; especially not here!

With new documents in hand, you started to head back to the Mr. Wesker's office. Whille you were walking down one of the many halls on the way to your destination, you couldn't help but ponder what that photo said. You looked around and saw that you were alone, so you started to mumble the math to yourself. "So, wait. If he was thirty-six-years old in 1997 and it's 2019, now... then he would be-" "Not bad for 58, if I do say so myself." The last voice you wanted to hear in the world right now seemingly popped up suddenly behind you when you could have sworn you were completly alone just seconds ago. "Sir, I-" "No worries. Just another thing that we'll keep to ourselved. You will keep it to yourself, won't you?" He almost threatend as he staired down at you, the florensent lights making a slight glare on his sunglasses. Why was he wearing those anyway? Where his eyes...glowing?

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader

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giirlgone-blog · 7 years

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( cierra ramirez ; she / her ; cis-female ) livin’ in the sprawl can be interesting for sylvia moreno . the twenty-one year old is a music student living in a campus dorm when i met them , they seemed kind of creative , but also kind of adventurous . who knows what they’ll be like ?

aesthetics : pleated tennis skirts worn with leather jackets . bubblegum . coca-cola flavored lipgloss ( specifically , cherry ) . fast 3 a.m. drives with the windows down . ripped fishnets . defending pop punk . neon lights . adrenaline rushes .

what’s up , i’m bibi , i’m 21 & i never fuckin’ learned how to write good intros !

alrightalrightalright , this is my gal sylvia and she’s .... well , she tries her best

so she’s born / raised in black sheep . how depressing , right ? i know . her parents , sofía and antonio , met when they were twenty back in the ‘90s . both black sheep natives & hated it , but neither had the means to leave . so they didn’t . instead , they got married three years later in ‘93 , and a year later had their first child : a son named santiago .

when santiago was three , a new addition to the growing family was added : sylvia . born in ‘97 on january 20th ( aka the capricorn-aquarius ‘ cusp of mystery and imagination ’ ) , she was far from the perfect baby , but that didn’t stop her parents from caring any less . they were ecstatic to have a little girl .

needless to say , the baby photos are ridiculous and sylvia never wants anyone to ever see them ‘cause the fashion choices were very fuckin’ questionable !

by the time santiago was six & sylvia was three , their mother gave birth to the final moreno sibling : another boy , francisco .

this makes sylvia the dreaded middle child , but honestly the middle child trope doesn’t apply to her ?? both parents were as loving as could be for raising three children in a cramped suburban home in this shitty fuckin’ town . the family solace ended up being church , for sure . as both sofía and antonio have always been p devout roman catholics , they brought up their children in the same faith . all children have been baptized , have had communion & were confirmed .

it was a strict upbringing , no matter how warm the atmosphere was , plain & simple . this is partially why sylvia is so reckless and overly-adventurous ; she wants to experience everything she can , no matter if she gets hurt in the process . always the kid with scrapped elbows , maybe a bloody nose , and dirty bruised knees --- prompting her mother to continuously have first-aid in the house & when they went on the go ( which , wasn’t too often , but regardless . )

sofía and antonio still work at the church they frequented ( and still do frequent , work or personal reasons . it’s also the church they met in & eventually got married in ! talk ab history , huh ? ) ; francisco’s only finishing high school this year , he’s so unsure of what he wants to do . santiago , on the other hand , got out of this hell & went to fresno state / craig school of business to complete his bachelor's degree from an aacsb . he also served two extra years of professional work in that time , and is currently doing full-time mba at ucla on a scholarship .

yeah , it’s a lot to live up to when it comes to business boy santiago . ofc the moreno parents are extremely proud of their eldest & they’re lenient of their youngest ‘cause hey , not everyone knows what they want to do at such a young age .

but then there’s sylvia , middle child & only girl . and she’s always loved music , and she’s always banging on pots & pans & whatever other usable surface / object she could find around the house to drive everyone else crazy , because she didn’t realize how awful it sounded at the beginning . she remembers her first set of drums when she was ten --- wasn’t even hers , honestly . was one of her cousins , a christmas gift gone to waste because he didn’t even use it . so eventually , they decided it would be better to just let sylvia take it .

they soon enough invested into drum lessons for her around her eleventh birthday , ‘cause it’s been like a year since & they knew she wouldn’t stop drumming away whenever she could , and her love bloomed more -- much to her parents’ dismay .

although supportive of their children , sofía and antonio wish sylvia took her life & education more seriously --- “ why couldn’t you become a nurse or something... less fickle ? ” // “ you won’t get anywhere with music , mija , please think ab your future . ” // “ we just want what’s best for you . ”

which is bigger bullshit than this awful town !

sylvia never told them what exatly she was going to college for , all they knew is that she was going . long story short : they were v upset she “ selectively told the truth ” ( because she didn’t tell them anything , so it couldn’t’ve been lying ! )

anyway , yeah . she still plays drums and she’s gotten hella good at it . also in between , managed to take some singing lessons ( singing at church wasn’t ever enough for her , honestly . ) ; she’s rooming with jade vandermeer , & they’re bff honestly alongside sage wells & nessa belfrey !! we stan iconic girl gangs . her & jade have a lot of jam sessions .

sometimes , said jam session is at 2 a.m. etc which annoys the fuck out of the others in the building , oops !

sylvia will make multiple playlists for friends , a real spotify queen

instagram hoe af , catch her modeling & posting videos all the time

despite her passionate focus on music , when sylvia was in high school she was actually captain of the girls’ volleyball team

to this day she still considers herself to be roman catholic , however it isn’t as intense as it was growing up now that she isn’t directly under her parents’ influence anymore

here is her pinterest board !!

a true ride or die . she would lit put herself on the line for someone important to her , no questions asked sort of thing

probably programmed her siri to call her ‘ bubblegum bitch ’ once or twice , but then undid it because it went off in public & that’s just embarrassing

defends pop punk a lot more than one might think though !!! but like , wow does she stan lana del rey lmao what a fuckin’ aesthetic icon !

uhhhhh idk what else to write ...... mayb some wc ideas :

some exes / good , bad , mutually ended , etc . ( open to m/f/nb . )

friends with benefits ? no strings attached sort of thing ! ( also open to m/f/nb . )

music friends !!!!! friends in general anyway lmfao who am i kidding

maybe sylvia babysits someone’s kid or pet for some extra cash ??? she still a college student , the grind is real .

party friends

#this is TOO LONG #sprawlintro

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the-froggy-jester · 5 years

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Chapter 2

>>Kachan!<< Deku cheered loudly. The one who appeared to be Kachan stared at Izuku, with a glare that reminded Mary of those annoying little dogs, what were they called? She appearently forgot at that point, but before she could continue thinking about it, she was cut off by him yelling: >>My name is BAKUGO! GET IT RIGHT, YOU IDIOT!<< He looked at Deku angrily, and Mary noticed many small explosions coming from his hands. Is that his quirk?, she asked herself. It most likely was, but you never know what kind of gadet that guy might have. And something that was even more questionable: How can anyone have such an attitude towards someone as cute and innocent as Deku? Was there more to him? Maybe he's like the Yandere girl from the video game she used to play so often and frequently? What was the game's name again..?

Mary was ripped out of her thoughts by a red haired boy with sharp teeth trying to calm Bakugo down. His teeth reminded her of a shark a bit. How can you have teeth shaped like that? , she silently questioned. Mary observed the whole situation quietly. >>LET ME GO, KIRISHIMA!<< Bakugo snapped at the spiky-haired guy. So... Kirishima, huh? He looked like a genuinely nice person, smiling nicely even though he was holding down the angry... pomeranian, that's the name! She giggled to herself a little, acknowledging the resembelance. >>WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT, EXTRA?!<< he spat in her face, his own now forming into a frown, only showing the upper row of one side of his teeth. Is that considered fletching your teeth if you're a human?, Mary started to think again. She was easily distracted, especially when something was confusing or a ''shower thought'', as her favorite platform dumblr called it. Though... this fell more into the first category. Meanwhile, Deku and Ururaka tried to calm down the still furious human incarnation of anger, alongside Sharky-Boi.

Mary was just watching the show, holding back a smirk, waiting for someone to hand her popcorn, when someone tapped her shoulder. She turned her head to see who it was, only to find someone extremely close to her face. She flinched and punched the person out of reflexes, and only then did she realize whose stomach exatly she just punched: that's right, it was Denki, the first person she interacted with. Is winking at someone an interaction? She pushed the thought aside and turned her attention to the yellow-haired boy. Her voice was dripping with regret and worry, and when she started blabering an excuse and asking for forgiveness, Kaminari just chuckled. >>Hey, it's okay, hun!~<< He finally said, and when he saw the confusion that was clearly visible on her face, added: >>You didn't punch me that hard. Besides, my awesome muscles wouldn't let any punch hurt me too bad~<<He smirked self confidently, trying to show off how ''cool'' he was. It was kinda cute, but she just scoffed. >>Suuuure.<< Mary laughed, while he looked at her, suspicion in his eyes. >>What do you mean by that?<< >>I said ''Sure'', so what could I mean by that other than ''yes''?<< she asked sarcastically. He didn't seem to get it, and regained his bright smile. >>Oh, okay! Ithought you were being sarcastic! Bakugo said that people are sometimes sarcastic about things, and that you can spot sarcasm in the tone of voice... So I guess I got a little confused there, sorry!<< Seeing him smile like that... it made Mary wonder. Did he actually have a boyfriend? >>So, uh.. Denki, right?<< He nodded. >>Yep, that's me! Denki Kaminari, the greatest, smartest, funniest and coolest of them all!<< He flashed her that confident smirk again. It made her smile a little too, and she completely ignored Bakugo yelling behind her now. >>yep, great. Can I ask you a question though?<< Denki smirked. >>I knew you'd have questions about this great guy~<< he pointed to himself with his thumbs. Mary looked at him and asked very straight-forward:

><Do you have a boyfriend?<<

Kaminari looked confused. >>Uh... wh-... what?<<

>>I asked if you had a boyfriend<<, Mary repeated. >>N-No? I'm... not gay???<< She carefully inspected him from head to toe once again. >>oh... Sorry! Do you have a girlfriend then?<< Wow, good job fucking things up. You couldn't ask if he was gay first, could ou? Nope, just jump straight to assumptions. >>I.. don't, but I could totally get any girl around if I wanted one!<< He blushed a little out of embarressment. >>Of cooooourse you could. No doubt.<< She said, once again sarcastically. He didn't seem to get it now, either, so Mary just gave up on sarcasm. >>Finally someone agrees! Most people just say ''no'' when I say that..!<< >>I wonder why.<< Mary replied before laughing slightly. She remembered that there was a dog she had to meet, and turned around to a grumpy, not-yelling Bakugo, an apologetic Kirishima, and a scared Deku. Ururaka was nowhere to be seen. Come on Mary, you can do this. It's only a guy with a temper, and it's not like you've never met anyone like that.

She went a little closer to him, gave him her best smile, and began talking. >>Hey, nice to meet you! I'm Mary, what's your name?<< She already knew his name, but she wanted to make a good impression and be polite. >>Name's Bakugo.<< He said angrily. >>Is that all? Then fuck off.<< While saying those words he had a little sparkle in his eyes, something Mary didn't really understand. What could it be? Anger? Frustration? Or does he just really like to insult people? She kept that in mind, but pushed away those thoughts as well. She had enough time in class to think about it. For now, she just decided to leave him alone, since he looked really pissed. >>Alright, it was nice to meet you!<< She smiled even wider. Bakugo looked at her a little off, but then caught himself again and grumbled a >>Yeah, great.<< And with that, she walked back to her seat, where the next person was already waiting for her.

>>H-Hey beautiful~<< He said with hunger in his eyes. >>Hello!<< She smiled at him, not wanting to be rude. >>Do you n-need someone to show you around?<< he smirked pervertedly, his eyes getting even hungrier after seeing her smile. >>Nope! I already have Midoriya, Denki and Ururaka to help me out, but thank you anyways!<< She sat down at her desk, and he.. started to drool? And it didn't seem like he was giving up any time soon. Ugh. >>I c-could help you find th-the changing rooms, a-and then we could-<< He was cut off by Iida pulling him back. >>MINETA! STOP THAT OUTRAGOUS BEHAVIOR OF YOURS THIS INSTANT!<< Iida proceeded to drag Mineta away from Mary, who let out a sigh of relief. She didn't notice herself starting to smirk when she began to think of ways on how to best torture him. Little did she know the pink skinned girl was watching the entire scene, so she just decided to go and say hi. >>Hey, sorry about him. That was Minoru Mineta, he's kinda like the class pervert, alongside Denki. Though... Denki is just flirtacious. Mineta is full on ''spying on the girls''-kinda perverted. So you better stay away from him, or you might get... touched, let's say that. I'm Mina, by the way!<< Mina smiled brightly. Mary smiled back, wondering why Mina had just started talking to her. Was I staring at her? Did she watch me? Or does she really just want to be nice? >>Now, you gotta tell me, why was your introduction all formal and stuff?<<

Mary had to laugh. >>I guess I just imagined everyone here to be all serious, so I spent hours on trying to figure out the right words, and now I think I just looked awkward...?<< Mina joined her giggling. >>Oh, I had the same fear. I thought everyone was gonna be boring and strict about rules, but turns out Iida is the only one really strict about things here.<< She laughed, and Mary casted a glance to Tenya, who was still scolding Mineta for being unrespectful. They joked around a bit, about Mineta being a perv, about Mina being together with him, and the two girls shared a good laugh. Just like in old times... Mary sighed. Then she saw a teacher come in, ready to start class, so she and Mina had to part ways. After the class greeted the teacher, Mary looked around to see if anyone was looking at her. Damn paranoia...

To her surprise, there was actually someone looking at her. No, not someone, sometwo. One of them turned around when he noticed that Mary noticed him, a slight blush spreading on his cheeks while looking embaressed, and the other one...

was the drooling Mineta.

>>End chapter 2<<

#fanfiction #i'm sorry

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candy-corps · 7 years

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What a Lucky Day

Mei belongs to @luckylittlethief

“Oh, you’re some kind of hero” Belle guessed from the appearance of the young woman. The superbat stepped up, eager to find a new friend.

Fortune turned around, looking the peculiar creature up and down before making direct eye contact. She wasn’t what the girl was used to seeing, but she seemed like a sucker nonetheless. “Oh…you could already tell? Wow, you must be a smart one! I’m impressed!” She smiled sweetly and stuck her hand out. “Now who might you be?”

A polite one, too. Belle’s smile widened. “I am Belle. I did this like … a while ago. heroing” she clarified. She took Fortunes hand just like a pretty maiden’s and lead it up to her mouth to give it a kiss.

She let her, smiling. “And here I thought courtly love was dead.” She put smiled more. “Listen…I normally don’t do this..but would you like to come with me? I was just about to catch this robber. If you help me, I can show you around town afterwards if you like.”

“Oh. I’m not exatly anymore in the business” Belle mumbled and brushed through her hair. She really wasn’t. But the other really did ask really nicely. And … offered a date? “I think I could help” she got out eventually.

Reese wasn’t with her and she had the green metronite, too. What could go wrong? And this was so exciting!

“Cmon, just follow me until we get there.” She sprinted off towards the alley ways.

“Okay!” Now she was just filled up with joy. Belle brushed her ear back and began to follow. She was very motivated, if terribly slow.

They could hunt a bad guy! And then be nice to sad bad guy. When that didnt remind her of the old days, she thought happily as she tiptoed after her new friend. “What is your name anyway?” she called, so very curious.

“My name?” She giggled. “Once we find the bad guy, I’ll tell you. Deal?” She slowed down her pace just a bit so the bat could catch up. “I see them! Down this alley way!” She gestured towards it. “Since you are a guest, I will let you go first.”

“Yeah … I think that is a good idea.” Considering the other was so young, she was by far the more experienced one. Plus, she couldn’t stay harmed, so … ?

“You stay safe?” she instructed, passing the woman. She brushed her wing against her affectionately and then raised her ears. She hadn’t seen a thing actually. Lets see what the sounds would get her.

“Um?” She didn’t hear a thing in that alley …

Fortune took her hand gently and smiled. “You seem wary…how about we negotiate and go together? I’d love to chat but I can’t afford to let them get away. You understand, right?” She lead Belle off into the dark alley, not hard but still pulling.

She got her hand held. Belle smiled at that. But … “There is nothing” she said softly. The girl must have seen ghosts or something.

Now, Belle could think of another thing or thwo they could do in an deserted alley, but they hadn’t even done introductions. “I’m Belle.” Maybe the other would open up when she herself started ..

“Such a nice name.” When they reached the dead end, Fortune smiled and her hand seemed to be reaching for something. “Well, a deal’s a deal…My name is Miss Fortune.”

“Oh. That’s a nice name, too” Belle found. Now … Fortune said the bad guy was down the alley. And now she was down the alley. “You’re the bad guy?” Belle figured, not really alarmed.

She was still going down the road of being nice to whoever she should find down here. She still held her wrist just to cover her bracelet. It wouldn’t be bad when she lost anything else. Even when she lost the teleporter actually, Mars or Dae would find her soon enough, They had a strong bond. But she didn’t have to risk it, did she. It was a present from her son …

“Yep. I always hold my bargains, you found the bad guy, now you can stick a name to her.” She got her gun out and turned the safety off. “Now, since I’m feeling nice today, I’ll walk you through this: You give me all your valuables, I leave, you don’t tell anyone unless you have a death wish. Are we clear?” She kept her finger on the trigger and waited for Belle’s response.

“My valuables. I don’t have them with me. I have .. a phone that’s not going to work here. A teleporter you shouldn’t get near to. I … have candy.” She smirked, though her eyebrows ceased sadly. Bruce insisted she carried something.

The only thing of value she had … it was her kids. She tried not to think of those. Fortune was too close and the teleporter might activate. The gravity already seemed to decrease. Belle felt light.

“I feel odd..I knew you were strange due to your looks, but what are you up to, bat? I’m not in the mood for any trickery.” Fortune was concerned about what was happening, but she couldn’t show fear to the person she was mugging, that was just bad business. “Just give me what you have or I will fill you with holes.”

That didn’t help. A bubble made of energy formed around Belle - including Fortune as well. The gravity got weak enough for them to float - just for a second. Then boom.

Reality shifted.

And Belle fell on her feet. “No” she said, terrified by now. She backed off, but it was way too late. They were in Bruce’ living room. Dim light, the smell of candy, old furniture. Music playing. She left Reese here…

The small black bat sat on the carped, circled with toys and pillows alike. He’s been playing with a cube but now his blue eyes looked up curiously.

“Magic, or at least something otherworldly…should have known.” She looked down at the child and then put her gun away. “You’re not very smart, dragging your mugger to where you live.” She put her hands on her hips. “You have gotten on my nerves. I’m going to leave now, if anyone tries to stop me I’ll get the gun back out.” She headed for the exit.

Oh, she certainly wouldn’t stop her to leave. Belle scooped up her baby and kept an eye on Fortune who seemed peaceful, for now. Not understanding her panic, Belle’s son made quiet noises that the older replied in the same kind of tone. She tucked him under her wings, out of sight for now.

Fortune left just in time to bump into Bruce. He was in the kitchen, preparing food, when Belle and her … visitor appeared. He looked at her, but didn’t get in her way.

Mei looked outside then let out a sigh. “Today just isn’t my day.” She turned to look at her would be victims. “How do I get home? This is unfamiliar.”

#Belle RP #Belle and Fortune RP

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